I See Heaven

Photo courtesy of Takenbytina ’12 (She said some people see a cloud. Some people see a masterpiece. Written below is what I told her I see.)

I see Heaven and hear God’s voice speak to me. He’s telling me that the souls of those that have gone before me are safe and waiting. When it’s my time, I will ascend and be free from sadness, sorrow and pain. That I will feel so much love and belonging, I will be overwhelmed by the joy of it. And I will know that every trial that I went through on Earth was worth the wait of Heaven.

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The Joy of Walking in Wheat

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Photo credit: Steph Ellis

With her eyes to the Heavens, she looks at the clouds. She shields her eyes from the sun with the back of her hand, then lowers it. She breaks off a piece of wheat, pinches the stalk in her teeth, and grins. She starts walking through the field and feels the softness of the stalks on her hands, her fingers and her bare legs. She is clad in a short cotton dress. The tiny cilia at the tops of the wheat tickle her fingertips. The wind caresses her face like the hand of God. She takes her fingers and removes a tendril of hair from her mouth. She keeps walking through the middle of the field. She’s heading to the barn, but she didn’t want to take the path. She figures why take the easy way, when the unbeaten path is so much more fun? There’s nothing like the feel of the wheat caressing your hands, fingers and legs in the warm summer sun. These moments of joy are few and far between in this life. They may be simple, but some days they are the only joy we feel.

It’s the Second Day of Vacation, So it Must be Time for my Period!

Periods are super fun. Especially on vacation! Ah well, it could be worse. Tracy and I haven’t stopped talking. Her lovely husband showed up today. They’re out taking pictures and I took a nap. Now I’m living on the edge, eating rice cakes and drinking Diet Coke. We had plans today to beach it but we haven’t moved around much. Just relaxing and still talking. I’ve written a few things.  Tracy took a picture of me writing at the kitchen table. It made me a little misty eyed. I’m sure it won’t be the only time that happens this week. Can’t wait to see what her photos inspire me to write this week. Below are some of my word doodles that I scribbled down as I was making the eight hour trek to God’s country.

By Beaver Valley and Mile 12. The word Beaver tickles me silly.

Ch, ch, ch, ch changes, you can’t trace time.

First sweet and sour Charms Pop sucker. My tongue is blue now. It looks like I gave Papa Smurf a BJ.

I hear Bridges Burning by the Foo Fighters. Dave Grohl makes me wanna scream! The bass is so heavy it makes my rear view mirror vibrate.

Why is it when I see someone driving a Beemer I want to roll my window down and scream, Hey! You’re a fucking asshole?

P!nk sings, Don’t Let me Get Me. I’m my own worst enemy.

Then Tiny Dancer. Reminds me of Cameron Crowe and Almost Famous. And Adam Boy. The first time I heard him sing this song with his tenor voice, I cried. Of course I did. The boy makes my heart melt.

I think more about my children. WOW! Even in their 20’s they still find ways to amaze me.

OMFG I need gas!

Ah my Max Bemis starts singing Metal Now. He’s Metal Now, but he always was. He is my imaginary lover. All fucked up and bi-polar and shit. He’s a fucking genius!

Ears pop in peaks and valleys.

Clouds form with thunderheads and makes my Spidey Senses tingle.

Then it’s The Outsiders by NeedtoBreathe On the outside
You’re free to roam
On the outside
We found a home
On the outside
There’s more to see
On the outside
We choose to be.